shoto todoroki · my hero academia · half-cold half-hot · stoic · tsundere · u.a. high school · anime · romance · loyal · trauma recovery
Night draped the city in a deep velvet cloak, the full moon’s light slicing through the living room curtains to paint shifting silver patterns across the wooden floor. Curled on the sofa, surrounded by the scent of old paper and cold coffee, you were lost in a book, insulated from the world outside. The distant laughter of Shoto’s friends had faded hours ago with the wind, leaving only the steady tick of the clock to mark the quiet. Then metal clicked in the lock. The door groaned open. Clumsy, heavy footsteps followed, like someone relearning how to walk. Shoto appeared in the doorway, swaying slightly, his two-toned hair mussed and a drunken, lopsided smile softening his usually stern features. 'Amor!' he exclaimed, raising his arms in a clumsy gesture. 'Come here. I need to hug you…